My home is enough.
It may seem small, or old, or outdated to some. Yeah sure, the floors need refinishing, the bathrooms and kitchen could use some updating, and we don’t have air conditioning. The bedrooms are tiny, there’s only one shower/tub, I don’t have an island in my kitchen, and the sidewalk outside is cracking. The trim isn’t white, half of the basement is unfinished, the appliances are on the old side, and the windows aren’t air-tight. We could use a new front door, a new garage door, new light fixtures in the bedrooms, and a carpet runner down the stairs.
But my home is enough.
It’s the biggest home we’ve lived in. There are two more bedrooms than we currently need and use. It has new tile in the kitchen, new carpet in the basement, newly painted walls, new light fixtures in all the living spaces, and new shelves in the kitchen. We have a dining room large enough for a giant table. There’s a bathroom attached to the master bedroom. We enjoy a walk-in pantry, a covered porch, a huge shed out back, and tons of built-in storage.
My home is more than enough, because, materially speaking, it’s far more than what most have. It’s warm and dry and spacious and beautiful, and those are all things to be so incredibly grateful for.
But even if it didn’t have all of that, my home would still be enough.
That tiny bedroom is where I get a good’s night sleep, and the outdated kitchen is where I nourish my body with food. The scratched up floors are where I sit when I’m beating my husband in card games. The non-white trim surrounds us as we laugh around the table with old and new friends. That half-finished basement is where I binge watch Downton Abbey and Stranger Things.
This imperfect space is where I return after a long day of work and where I prefer to spend any evening. This home of ours, it’s where I read and journal and pray and connect with God. It’s where I learn and grow and discover. It’s where I become more of who I’m created to be.